Here's my fight scene. Not much of a fight but someone does get shot and blown up. This story takes place in a world where magic is the main source of power and most everything runs off it. Sort of like electricity and oil in our world. Pacenlow is a private detective who had been a cop. Cliche, cliche I know but it sort of a noir piece with a twist. Pacenlow had been hired by Matherson's widow to find the killer. This is the confrontation between the PI and the killer - Paul. In this world of magic Paul, who is magic-blind, developed a non-magical powder, gunpowder.

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I paused outside the door, unbuttoned my jacket and checked that my wand was free to draw. Then I checked the one in my ankle holster for good measure. This guy had already killed one man. I pushed the heavy door open and walked inside. Paul was sitting behind a bench working on something.
"Mr. Pacenlow. How nice of you to stop in. It saves me from making a trip."
"Cut the small talk Paul you're coming with me."
"Why would I do that"
I pulled the wand from my jacket and pointed it at him. He chuckled.
"How quaint. That won't work in here. I had this room insulated against magic. It simply won't work."
"Like I'm going to believe you."
He pointed to a target on the far wall. "Shoot. Go ahead. I use it for practice myself."
"I'm warning you."
He pointed at the target. "Shoot. Prove to me that you really have a working wand."
I turned and pointed the wand at the target. It had many holes punched in it. Holes that bore a strong resemblance to the hole that was found in Matherson. Then I noticed that none of the runes on the wand were glowing. I put my fingers over the firing marks and thought "fire". Nothing happened.
"I'm waiting," Paul chided.
I looked back at him and he was holding some object in his hand. It was an ugly thing. It looked like a pipe with a handle.
"I've made a few improvements since I killed Matherson. I don't need a burning fuse to start the fiery brimstone mixture. I also changed from one large ball to several smaller ones. They give me a better chance of hitting my target. And the powder itself," he pointed to several jars on the desk, "I've made improvements to it as well."
"You won't get away with it. The cops will put it together just like I did. Besides if they find my body in your lab..."
"If the cops were going to solve it they would have months ago. And this lab, I won't need it anymore. Actually," he pointed to some casks, "once those go off there may not be enough of you to find. What they do find they may think is me."
He raised his device. I swept my arm across the desk top. Maybe one of the bottles would explode so I could get out of this magic-less hell room. He ducked under the bottles which crashed into his casks. He looked back.
"You have to be careful. This stuff is easy to set off." He pointed his device at me and I dove for the door. The device exploded and a searing hot pain flashed through my leg and arm. He came around the desk and looked down at me.
"I see that the multiple projectile idea is working. The other thing is that the tube to hold the powder is quite thick. It makes a good truncheon."
He raised his arm over his head and started to swing at me. With my good leg I kicked at him. Fortunately I had had the sense to bleed all over the floor and he slipped on that and landed next to me. He dropped his device but I scooped it up. I swung it and managed to catch him in the arm. If you haven't trained or been in an actual fight the sudden pain can stop you in your tracks. I used the time to roll out of the way and staggered up on one leg.
"Good, but not enough." He reached to one of the lab benched and pulled out a bar. It was long and hard and gave him all the advantage he needed. "You're bleeding. All I need to do is keep you occupied until you pass out."
I looked at the room. The door was between him and me. I could never reach it before him. Behind him were the casks of powder he was planning on using to destroy the lab. I reached into my jacket and pulled out my old lighter.
"I told you magic doesn't work here."
"Then you won't mind if I try it anyway." I flipped it open and spun the wheel. The flint sparked and for the first time in years the flame flared up.
"NO. You'll kill us all."
I arced the lighter over his hands and hopped for the door. As I dove out it I could see Paul rushing toward the casks. The powder was just beginning to flare and spark. Then the world exploded and I left it.
I awoke under the door. In the distance I could hear sirens wailing. I decided to take a nap. The door lifted off me and m cousin looked down at me. Then he saw the blood.
"Quick. Get that medic over here."
"I lost Grandpa's lighter."

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